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Honey had swore on the night of her birthday that she wasn't ever going to drink again. So why was she throwing back these shots like nobody's business? Honey knew she didn't want a hangover tomorrow, but from the way she was acting she couldn't tell.
"I'm not understanding the hype over Hennessy? It made my eyes, nose and throat burn like I swallowed lava." Honey whined as she buried her face in her arms, trying not gag from the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on her taste buds.
Cyn pulled her folding chair closer to Honey, creating a noisy screech across the tiled floor. She stroked her back soothingly, "That's supposed to happen when you have that good shit sis. It'll have you fucked up though."
Honey lifted her head sluggishly and leaned against her elbows, resting her chin in her hand. "I think 4 shots is enough for tonight. I'm already tipsy as it is."
Thankfully, Honey still felt in control of herself and normal for the most part. With the exception of the slight buzz in her pulsing through her veins and the growing warmth in the pit of her stomach. They had literally arrived less than 30 minutes ago and she had the entire night ahead of her. It wouldn't be the smartest idea to get completely wasted.
Honey glanced around Case's kitchen to make sure no one was in earshot. She leaned forward against the table where she sat with her best friend, a knowing smile on her lips. "Are you going to tell me what's going on with you and Marques before he come back from the liquor store? Don't even think about lying because your lipstick was smeared missy."
Honey had to suppress herself from prying into the juicy details until she was alone with Cyn. Marques had been glued to Cyn's side since they arrived a short while ago. Honey was relieved when Cyn suggested that he go take a trip to the liquor store for more coolers. As nice as he was, she wanted a moment with Cyn to gush about the progression of Cyn's love life.
Cyn released her box braids from the high bun it was in, letting the hair fall down her back. She bit her lip to conceal the smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. "You sound like me. My lipstick was smeared because we kissed in the car after you left to meet Angel in here. Let me just say this, if he wanted to take me back to his house tonight. I don't know if I would resist cause I want some dick."
Honey eyes widened as she staggered back into her chair. "You like this guy a lot more than you've let on don't you? There's no way you would let some lil new crush blow your back out." Honey voiced accusingly as she laced her hands together on the table with pursed lips. Cyn was similar to Honey in that regard. Despite, how much she joked about one night stands and no strings attached sex. Her best friend was actually picky with who she would sleep with. She felt like she had to like or know the person on a certain level before they become intimate.
